We traveled way out to Martha's Vineyard this weekend for the wedding of our cousin Paul (on Beth's side) to his excellent new bride Helen. It was a long and involved travel process, but some nifty quotes emerged.
To break up the trip, we spent Thursday night in Connecticut at Melissa and Brett's house. We were all sleeping in the same room and, at bedtime with the lights off, Marley was still chatting. Beth was lying down in Hayden's bed and told Marley to be quiet. She said that it was time to go to sleep and "Hayden and I are trying to get some sleep." Marley would have none of that. After a few seconds silently thinking it over, she yelled "COCK A DOODLE DOO!" to wake them up.
During the drive to Martha's Vineyard, Marley was singing. It's not always clear what song she's singing, so we improvise a little Name That Tune to try and figure it out. Anyway, I asked Marley, "are you singing Yankee Doodle?" And, without pausing, Hayden blurted out "Yankees stink!" I couldn't be prouder.
We were at the wedding and Marley and I were walking on the slippery farm meadow. She tripped a bit and told me, "I almost took a tumble."
On the drive home, Marley dropped something and, once again, said, "shit." She then started repeating it: "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." Trying not to audibly laugh, Beth asked Marley, "Don't you mean 'Oh, bummer'?" Marley quickly responded, "No, shit." The girl knows what she means.
Later on the drive home, which was pretty long and tiring, Marley assured Beth, "I'm going to give you some cooperation." Cute, but not accurate, sadly.
Finally, also on the same ride home, Marley asked where we were going. I told her that we were going home. Hayden, acting gratuitously obstinate, said "We're going Neverwhere." She has apparently mastered the limits of the time space continuum.
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